Liam's POV I did not sleep.I tried somewhere around two in the morning, loosened my tie, sat on the edge of the bed still in my charcoal suit and stared at the ceiling until I had memorised every crack in it. My body was done but my mind refused to follow, running the same loop over and over, the council room, the evidence on that table, Ivy's face when I said those words. Eventually I stopped pretending, got up, poured a drink I did not finish, and sat at the window until grey morning light started bleeding through the glass.Balaam had not said a word all night. He was just there, sitting somewhere heavy in my chest, the way he sat when he was angry about something neither of us could fix right now.Rixon came in at seven with coffee and toas
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